After retreating from the court.

The eldest son’s mansion!

Young Master Fu Suzheng, Zhang Liang, and Chunyu Yue were talking about the affairs of the court, and said with cold faces: "This time, the eighth brother stole the show again, which makes my father very happy!"

"Damn it, Father, he doesn't even need the answers from me and my eighteenth brother."

Although the answer is wrong, it can be seen that the two of them together cannot compare to the importance of Ying Ziye in the heart of the First Emperor.

Young Master Fusu was extremely unwilling and complained to Zhang Liang and Chunyu Yue.

"Sir, look away!"

Chunyu Yue could only advise: "We haven't lost anything anyway."

Zhang Liang also said: "Mr. Chunyu's words are true. Sir, you must put yourself first in everything. You must not get angry because of these things!"

"I see!"

Young Master Fusu said with a smile: "I am no longer the same person I was a year ago. Although these things make me angry, I won't always think about them."

"good!"

The two of them praised.

No matter how you say it, Young Master Fusu is still not as good as the Eighth Young Master, but he has made huge progress in terms of his character.

Young Master Fusu, Chun Yuyue, and Zhang Liang complained a lot, and the stagnation in their hearts was relieved a lot.

Night time!

The moonlight is slightly cool, shining through the window in the study.

The evening breeze blows, bringing with it the faint fragrance of grass and trees, which is very refreshing.

"Master!"

Zhang Liang drank another glass of wine, shook his head and said with a smile, "I'll withdraw first."

He didn't use his zhenqi to dissolve the drink, which was too boring.

"good!"

Young Master Fusu nodded slightly and agreed.

Zhang Liang had been with him from morning to late at night, during which Chunyu Yue had already returned home.

"See you tomorrow!"

Zhang Liang bowed his hand.

Wait until Zhang Liang leaves.

Master Fusu faced the moonlight and continued to drink wine alone.

He wanted to find Ye Ze and other subordinates to accompany him, but he sighed and thought about it and let it go.

Raise a glass to the bright moon and make three people in the shadows!

The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me...

Young Master Fusu looked at the bright moon, with thousands of thoughts in his heart.

The chirping of birds from time to time makes the night even more peaceful.

The branches and leaves were swaying, and they fell on the young master Fusu.

Suddenly!

A black shadow quickly swept across the sky, and quickly arrived at the eldest son's residence at a speed several times faster than the speed of sound.

Just as the true energy circulates, all sounds are eliminated, and the entire figure blends into the darkness, making it impossible for ordinary people to pry into it.

"The eldest son!"

The ghostly black shadow fell in the study room, looking calmly and calmly at Young Master Fusu with a charming chuckle.

"you……"

The young master helped Su, and his face suddenly changed with so much emotion.

The person coming is none other than the 11th War God of the Temple of War, gorgeous and innocent!

Just as he was about to call someone, Hua Yan Wudao stopped him.

"Master Fusu, I am here to help you!"

After hearing this, Young Master Fusu's face returned to calmness, but his eyes were still cautious and he asked: "What can I help you with?"

Seeing this, Hua Yan Wudao swayed her graceful figure, her stunning beauty under the moonlight, touching people's hearts, and said: "Although Mr. Fusu is the eldest son, he is not loved by His Majesty the First Emperor."

"According to etiquette, only the eldest son can become the prince and inherit the throne!"

Since ancient times, the patriarchal system has been established by direct descendants and elders!

Regarding this matter, Young Master Fusu understood very well and nodded in agreement.

Hua Yan Wudao changed her voice and said in a cold voice: "But now the Eighth Young Master is extremely outstanding and is deeply favored by His Majesty. I am afraid that Your Majesty will make the Eighth Young Master the crown prince soon!"

"You must know that throughout the ages, many eldest sons have failed to inherit the throne of the emperor and the throne of princes and kings!"

"Is it possible that Mr. Fusu is willing to give up his position as Crown Prince to others?"

"Perhaps our God of War Temple can help Mr. Fusu in this matter!"

There was deep confusion in his voice.

The second son or concubine threatens the position of the eldest son. The eldest son feels panic and fights for power and joins forces with outsiders...

These things happen on the grasslands and in all the Xia countries in the Central Plains!

Young Master Fusu was also moved when he heard this.

It's just that although he has turned black, his identity as a nobleman of Tianhuang cannot collude with the barbarians?

In the end, reason defeated desire.

Young Master Fusu looked solemn and said in a cold voice: "As the eldest son of Great Qin, how can I be a spineless person?"

"Even if we want to fight for the position of prince, we must fight based on our own strength, and we will never collude with you and other barbarians."

"Your Excellency, please come back!"

Young Master Fusu stretched out his hand towards the door to show off the guests.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hua Yan Wudao sneered, but was very disdainful, and said leisurely: "The eldest son will beg me one day..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

at night!

The Eighteenth Young Master's Mansion.

What happened in the eldest son's house could not be hidden by the all-pervasive net.

"Sir, the above is the information obtained from the net!"

The Luowang killer said respectfully.

"Hua Yan Wudao actually came to my eldest brother's house..."

Young Master Hu Hai pondered, with an interested smile on his lips, and said: "It's interesting, it's really interesting."

"Send someone to find out what they talked about. Maybe this is the key to getting the eldest brother to leave Xianyang!"

As long as the other party leaves Xianyang, there will no longer be a possibility of fighting for the crown prince.

The next day.

The sky is bright.

Eighth Young Master's Mansion!

Because Ying Ziye showed the power of the Qin Dynasty, he won two games.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng gave him a reward and sent someone to announce the decree.

"His Majesty, the First Emperor, issued an edict: 'The Eighth Young Master is quick in thinking and has defeated the Xiongnu twice in a row, demonstrating the power of the Qin Dynasty! As a special reward, the Xiongnu presented a seven-star sword!'"

After the eunuch who announced the decree finished reading, he smiled warmly and said: "Eighth Young Master, this is the seven-star sword given to you by your Majesty!"

With that said, he personally held the tray and presented the imperial edict and the Seven-Star Sword to Ying Ziye.

"My dear father, thank you!"

Ying Ziye cupped his hands, took the imperial edict and the Seven-Star Sword, and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, father-in-law. I'll reward you!"

The voice fell.

Yang Fan took out dozens of gold and handed it to the eunuch who announced the decree.

"Thank you, Eighth Young Master!"
To be continued...